An extremely strong aura suddenly spread from the man in the Chinese robe and suddenly enveloped the cave.
At this moment, Ye Chen felt that all the breath was stagnant, and even the power of the ancient gods in his body was stagnant.
"So strong!"
Ye Chen's pupils shrank slightly, his eyes full of horror.
This is the first time Ye Chen has encountered such a situation.
Such powerful pressure was something he had never experienced before.
Even the fairy spirit in the black ball of light did not make Ye Chen feel such a powerful feeling.
This kind of power that seemed to suppress the world made Ye Chen's heart tremble.
"Little guy, you got into so much trouble as soon as you came to the Underworld Cave."
The man in the Chinese robe chuckled lightly, took a step forward, and appeared directly beside Ye Chen, and then slowly stretched out his hand to grab the extremely dark light in front of Ye Chen's eyes.
Ye Chen just watched helplessly as the man in the gorgeous robe stretched out his hand to crush the extremely dark light in front of him, unable to even move his body.
With a click, the extremely powerful light in Ye Chen's eyes was crushed to pieces by the palm of the man in the gorgeous robe.
The next moment, Ye Chen felt that the pressure around him suddenly disappeared, and he looked at the man in the gorgeous robe with a fearful expression.
Just by taking a glance, Ye Chen felt an unprecedented sense of familiarity.
Although the face of this man in a gorgeous robe was very unfamiliar, and Ye Chen seemed to have never seen it before, Ye Chen actually felt a strong sense of familiarity in the origin of this power.
The man in the Chinese robe glanced at Ye Chen at this time, with a light shining in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that some of my arrangements would appear today. It seems that my mission is about to be completed."
The man in the Chinese robe looked at Ye Chen, his words filled with meaningful expressions.
When Ye Chen heard this, his body shook slightly, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
"Old master, are you the old master?"
At this moment, the Xuanyuan Sword suddenly appeared, and the golden dragon flew out from it, looking at the man in the gorgeous robe with a surprised look on his face.
"Xiaolong, I didn't expect you to be refined into the Xuanyuan Sword by me?"
The man in the Chinese robe reached out and touched the golden dragon, a look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
"You...you are Patriarch Xuanyuan?" Ye Chen said with a shocked face at this time.
Although this Underworld Monument suppressed the Underworld Cave, Ye Chen thought it was just a powerful magic weapon left by his ancestors.
Who would have thought that the clone of Patriarch Xuanyuan is hidden in it?
"I'm just a clone left by me." The man in the Chinese robe chuckled lightly.
"Disciple meets Master."
Ye Chen took a deep breath and bowed to the clone of Patriarch Xuanyuan.
The man in the Chinese robe frowned slightly, but did not refuse.
"You have learned the Emperor Art, and you are considered my disciple."
The man in the gorgeous robe looked at Ye Chen, narrowed his eyes and said: "With such strength, he can actually condense three inches of soul. I have found a good disciple. No wonder it can cause the immortals to riot. At this time, it is not the immortals."
When consciousness comes back."
"Master, is the immortal soul in this black ball of light the master's arrangement?"
Ye Chen frowned and said anxiously: "What happened back then? How did Daotian fall? What happened to these immortal clans? Is there any connection between this underworld cave and the land of underworld?"
Ye Chen asked a lot of questions in a series.
These questions are all Ye Chen's confusion during this period. Until now, Ye Chen still doesn't understand what happened back then.
"What happened back then?"
The man in the Chinese robe frowned slightly, with a look of emotion on his face.
"I am just a clone of myself. I don't know much about what happened back then. If you really want to know, you will naturally know it when you become stronger."
The man in the Chinese robe chuckled lightly and said with a leisurely expression.
At this moment, the black mountain peaks in the distance suddenly emitted golden light.
A powerful black evil spirit burst out from this black mountain peak.
At this moment, the spirit of the fairy seems to be completely revived.
The soul spirit in front of the black mountain peak actually shattered directly at this time, turning into pure soul power and integrating into the earth, and then gathered towards the soul of the fairy spirit.
"Humph, you want to get out of trouble? It's just a wishful thinking."
The man in the Chinese robe snorted coldly, a look of indifference flashed in his eyes, then turned to look at Ye Chen, and stretched out his hand slightly.
As a feeling of dizziness spread, a ray of light poured directly into Ye Chen's mind.
The next moment, Ye Chen felt as if there was something extra in his mind.
"This is your reward for climbing to the top of the Underworld Monument."
"There are some dangers here that you cannot withstand. You leave here first. I will borrow the Xuanyuan Sword first."
As soon as the man in the gorgeous robe finished speaking, he held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, took one step forward, and disappeared into the black mountain peaks he entered.
Ye Chen looked at the rioting black evil aura in the distance and felt a heavy sense of crisis in his heart.
After a slight hesitation, Ye Chen gritted his teeth and quickly rushed towards the exit of the Underworld Cave.
There will probably be a battle between this clone of Patriarch Xuanyuan and the immortal soul in this black mountain peak. With his current strength, he cannot withstand the energy of these two strong men fighting against each other.
It’s better to leave here first.
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At the same time, the man in the Chinese robe suddenly appeared in the underground space, looking at the immortal soul struggling fiercely in the distance.
The golden chains were rattling, and a large amount of black evil energy swept away in all directions, resisting the power of the formation of the black mountain peak.
"The fairies, who have been suppressed here for so many years, still want to escape?"
The man in the Chinese robe chuckled lightly, with a look of indifference flashing in his eyes. He held the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and slashed at the fairy soul in the black ball of light.
In an instant, a bright golden light burst out from the Xuanyuan Sword, and a powerful sword energy rose into the sky and struck directly at the soul of the fairy.
"Damn it, you all deserve to die!"
The spirit of the fairy spirit was filled with a ferocious look, and it suddenly let out a scream towards the man in the robe, and then a huge black palm struck the golden sword energy in the air.
In an instant, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the golden sword energy was like a golden rainbow light, directly activating the power of the formation on the black mountain peak.
A large number of golden thunders gathered towards the golden rainbow light, and then directly penetrated the black palm and struck the spirit of the fairy.
"Ah!"
Only a shrill scream was heard, and the spirit of the fairy suddenly became illusory, and a three-inch long sword mark appeared on the body of the spirit.
With the help of the power of the formation on the black mountain peak, the spirit of the fairy was wounded by the man in the robe with one blow.